Lyrics:
bred spittin'em syllables/
Rappin up rhymes m too deep speakin in parables/
M too sick yall are weak ur mental is not eligible/
Subliminal barz prolific
these hoes cause they too desperate tryna get a nut
They tell me they need verses, couple bars, I tell em bet it up
Y'all people look like nerds and I
It's funny how the time flies
Four years just flew by
Listening to my old songs
And i be like who's that guy?
It was just like yesterday
When i
him like -
When I was on yard in my AJ tracksuit
On Tyson, I done him like Fury
My young G’s got me, I don't tell ’em
They roll with nines
people, Mexicans, Muslims
I hate apple pie and the beach boys, but Big Oil I love em
I love forcing my religion on atheists that hate god
I hate killing
we up
How you floss so much?
Got a whip that cost so much?
Keep it cool but never show as much
Able to cuff miss such and such
I tell em eat a dick
By any means necessary, it's about to get scary
Call all your friends, tell em come in a hurry
Word on the street, is these niggaz got plex
So y'all
body from O-4 still haunts me
Bitch, shut ya motherfuckin' mouth when the Don speak
It's kinda hard to have dreams and aspirations
When the time don't
of the nation
In the state with the densest population
The Garden State, where the gardener wrecks it
I tell people where I live by the exit
Joisey, where
Tony
Macaroni on these low self esteem bitches then I pass 'em to my homies
I'm everything these other boys used to be
I can tell by her face she ain't
your boys around your way giving you credit
'Cause you can have a spectacular, vernacular
But take your contract to a lawyer to look after ya
'Cause
like a Pharaoh
Smell the aroma
Can tell the ammonia from de-ammonia
One looking at em rappers as cut and dry
I'm ma smoke them
That's why we go slow
cause they all just want it for themselves
And that's something you just can't help
This world gone live on by itself
I can't hold it in I gotta let em
she leave ha ass out
Slide over like 1 in the morning fuck ha ass till she Pass out
Fuck her crazy pull em tracks out
Put my clothes then I blast
where I'm from I tell 'em it's E town
Selling by the ounce we copping out the weed pound
Really got hands you will catch a beat down
Paulie a chef he's
on, goin off when I hit em up
Talking like he strong he been barkin like a dog
Put him down then, you won't see him in a week
Play around with me, see
we making every song
We tryna prove em right cause they prove us wrong
I've been grinding every night I'm tryna get it on
Na!
I'm tryna get it out
I have some thoughts
I ain't come to preach
Rappers be too numb to speak taste the mic
They'll never reach word to King James
Wish we could see our
Sorry, not sorry you had to witness my rudeness
Really thought you knew I was ruthless
Tell me shit I dunno, why ain't ya speak
Call me ugly when you're
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